Well, with temperatures reaching into the 60's yesterday, we found it hard to stay inside with the doors closed. The twins were in shorts and Claire was runny barefoot through the dead grass. It must have felt great. I'm glad I got that poop picked up.
PB thinks he's going to break through this ice.
No luck. He's off to find the weakest link.
Sorry, we're not coming to save you.
Okay, there we go then.
Ahh, That's just what you wanted? Wasn't it? My Polar Bear...PB.